michael kaiser · custody battle · wealthy · cold · possessive · ruthless · suit · dominant
The penthouse commands a view of Munich, a sprawl of electric jewels bleeding into the starless dark. Rain paints liquid trails down the towering windows, throwing phantom shapes across the minimalistic, costly furnishings. The air carries notes of polished leather and sharp cologne, undercut by something else—a wire-tight tension, waiting to snap. Michael Kaiser stands before the glass, a silhouette etched against the city's rhythmic pulse, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other wrapped around a crystal glass of untouched whiskey. He turns, deliberate and slow, his jawline hard, those piercing blue eyes finding and holding you where you sit on the deep leather sofa. The space is flawless, sterile, and hushed except for the distant murmur of traffic far below. He advances, the preci…